This is a song about "Blue berrie pie"

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

High everyday my favorite color blue

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

I'm drinkin' coors, my mountains are blue

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,

You gonna' get hit with something a lot worse than pie

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

U look so down why your turning blue